Fort. Oh, let me live, but till I can redeem.
Fortune. The Destinies deny thee longer life.
Fort. I am but now lifted to happiness.
Fortune. And now I take most pride to cast thee down.
Hadst thou chosen wisdom, this black had been white,
And Death’s stern brow could not thy soul affright.
Fort. Take this again! (Offering the purse.) Give wisdom to my sons.
Fortune. No, fool, ’tis now too late: as death strikes thee,
So shall their ends sudden and wretched be.
Jove’s daughters—righteous Destinies—make haste!
His life hath wasteful been, and let it waste.
[Exeunt Fortune and The Three Destinies.
Andel. Why the pox dost thou sweat so?
Shad. For anger to see any of God’s creatures have such filthy faces as these sempsters[377] had that went hence.
Andel. Sempsters? why, you ass, they are Destinies.